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meet a house monster! (Stats will be given next chapter)
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"Sunrise. Thank Pelor for the sunrise"
Inestron ran through the forest, carrying the body of the child. She had fainted of exhaustion not long before, and he did not dare wait in the shadows. They should have caught up to the other priests by now, but they were nowhere in sight. He knew it was folly to stay behind and comfort the villagers during the festival of the scythe, but upon seeing their scared faces, he had no choice. Now he chased the rest of the priests to the hidden temple, where they could stay just in case something big happened. Either he was lost, not likely, or they were lost, try again.
The sun was starting to come upon the far horizon, shedding light on a glade before him. He stopped, and stared at the carnage. Wagons were tossed about the glade like toys, wheels still spinning as if the battle took place just recently. The bloodstained white robes lay scattered across the field, the bodies beneath them covered only slightly. The ground in the center of the field was as if a pond, no, a lake of blood. It had all pooled their, as If something had drained every nearby body and deposited the collected blood into the ditch in the center of the glade.
"Oh my."
Kelia stirred from her sleep. Eyes fluttering open, placing her arms around Inestron's neck. The eyes closed back into sleep, immune to Inestron's look of terror. Inestron went back to the side of the glade and placed Kelia down. She did not need to see what had transpired. He went back to the lake of blood.
"Come out whoever you are, I command it."
Nothing happened, not even the birds made a sound. Inestron skirted the pond, trying to stare into its depths, nothing budged.
"You did this to us."
Inestron turned around, and came face to face with what was one of the corpses that had at one point, been lying in repose on the ground. There was no emotion in either appearance or voice, but the presence still terrified him. It was if something was manipulating the body, playing with the strings of a corpse.
"He's right."
Inestron turned around to see another body across the lake of blood, waving to him in a grim mockery of life. Inestron opened his clenched fist, a large pole with a heavy flail attached to each end materializing within it; a dire flail.
"Please let us rest."
"Yes please."
Now all the corpses were standing as best they could, some leaning upwards from the ground. None of them moved as long as he looked at them, but as he turned away; they seemed to move closer and closer. Inestron closed his eyes and screamed.
"By Pelors name, disband! I shall fight you and I shall win!"
He opened his eyes. They were all gone, even the corpses that once littered the glades floor had disappeared.
"What in the world?"
He turned around just in time to see the humanoid looking creature looking as if it were made of blood stab at him with a Halberd. The lake of blood was gone, and in its place something that reminded him of an elemental. It did not ooze, nor did it drip the liquid that it consisted of; instead it seemed to flow, to have constant rivers of blood play across its body like the tide. The Halberd connected with Inestron, leaving a wound that bled, showing no signs of stopping.
The blood creature then went beserk, it attempted to run up to Inestron and grab the place the blood ran from, touching him where the blood flowed. It grabbed hold, and Inestron felt the life flowing from him through the wound. He grew dizzy. There was only one thing left to do.
Inestron let out a scream of pain as he lifted his arms towards the sky. He screamed, and released into the air the full power of Pelor. The Sky itself seemed to crack open, a beam of light engulfing the area through the night. It was as day, and the amulet of Pelor shined brightly, reflecting the light that beat down upon the glade. The light was pure, it was holy, and through it Inestron invoked the power to turn the undead creature that now assaulted him. He grabbed his amulet and swung it, hitting the surface of the blood creature. His hand went straight through the creature's body, the amulet burning its way through the blood. A painful scream filled the air, followed by silence. The world became dark once again. The creature was no more.
Kelia continued to sleep peacefully. Inestron stumbled beside her.
"I guess you have the right idea."
Inestron fell asleep beside Kelia, the glade beyond silent, filled only with broken wagons.
"Sunrise. Thank Pelor for the sunrise"
Inestron ran through the forest, carrying the body of the child. She had fainted of exhaustion not long before, and he did not dare wait in the shadows. They should have caught up to the other priests by now, but they were nowhere in sight. He knew it was folly to stay behind and comfort the villagers during the festival of the scythe, but upon seeing their scared faces, he had no choice. Now he chased the rest of the priests to the hidden temple, where they could stay just in case something big happened. Either he was lost, not likely, or they were lost, try again.
The sun was starting to come upon the far horizon, shedding light on a glade before him. He stopped, and stared at the carnage. Wagons were tossed about the glade like toys, wheels still spinning as if the battle took place just recently. The bloodstained white robes lay scattered across the field, the bodies beneath them covered only slightly. The ground in the center of the field was as if a pond, no, a lake of blood. It had all pooled their, as If something had drained every nearby body and deposited the collected blood into the ditch in the center of the glade.
"Oh my."
Kelia stirred from her sleep. Eyes fluttering open, placing her arms around Inestron's neck. The eyes closed back into sleep, immune to Inestron's look of terror. Inestron went back to the side of the glade and placed Kelia down. She did not need to see what had transpired. He went back to the lake of blood.
"Come out whoever you are, I command it."
Nothing happened, not even the birds made a sound. Inestron skirted the pond, trying to stare into its depths, nothing budged.
"You did this to us."
Inestron turned around, and came face to face with what was one of the corpses that had at one point, been lying in repose on the ground. There was no emotion in either appearance or voice, but the presence still terrified him. It was if something was manipulating the body, playing with the strings of a corpse.
"He's right."
Inestron turned around to see another body across the lake of blood, waving to him in a grim mockery of life. Inestron opened his clenched fist, a large pole with a heavy flail attached to each end materializing within it; a dire flail.
"Please let us rest."
"Yes please."
Now all the corpses were standing as best they could, some leaning upwards from the ground. None of them moved as long as he looked at them, but as he turned away; they seemed to move closer and closer. Inestron closed his eyes and screamed.
"By Pelors name, disband! I shall fight you and I shall win!"
He opened his eyes. They were all gone, even the corpses that once littered the glades floor had disappeared.
"What in the world?"
He turned around just in time to see the humanoid looking creature looking as if it were made of blood stab at him with a Halberd. The lake of blood was gone, and in its place something that reminded him of an elemental. It did not ooze, nor did it drip the liquid that it consisted of; instead it seemed to flow, to have constant rivers of blood play across its body like the tide. The Halberd connected with Inestron, leaving a wound that bled, showing no signs of stopping.
The blood creature then went beserk, it attempted to run up to Inestron and grab the place the blood ran from, touching him where the blood flowed. It grabbed hold, and Inestron felt the life flowing from him through the wound. He grew dizzy. There was only one thing left to do.
Inestron let out a scream of pain as he lifted his arms towards the sky. He screamed, and released into the air the full power of Pelor. The Sky itself seemed to crack open, a beam of light engulfing the area through the night. It was as day, and the amulet of Pelor shined brightly, reflecting the light that beat down upon the glade. The light was pure, it was holy, and through it Inestron invoked the power to turn the undead creature that now assaulted him. He grabbed his amulet and swung it, hitting the surface of the blood creature. His hand went straight through the creature's body, the amulet burning its way through the blood. A painful scream filled the air, followed by silence. The world became dark once again. The creature was no more.
Kelia continued to sleep peacefully. Inestron stumbled beside her.
"I guess you have the right idea."
Inestron fell asleep beside Kelia, the glade beyond silent, filled only with broken wagons.